In the middle of the night Dom walked downstairs in his boxers to the kitchen, but stopped at the sight before him. The refrigerator door was open, casting a beam of light into the dark kitchen and a very pale, long, smooth leg was extended out into the air as if for balance. Sneaking up quietly, he ran his hand along that leg and heard the person squeak in surprise. The leg lowered and Angela straightened, looking at him.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked and she nodded. He reached over and clicked on the light, the door closed and she took the cap off of a water bottle, bringing it to her lips and drinking deeply. The bottle lowered and she offered it to him. "Thanks." He said and took it from her, their fingers brushing together slightly. Dom drained the bottle and tossed it in the recycle bin. They just stared at each other in the silence.

Angela looked at him as he stood in the kitchen in his boxers. He was more built than she pictured, having only seen the way a shirt clung to his chest, the cuffs of the sleeves tight around biceps. But now seeing him with his shirt off she realized just how much she didn't see.

His shoulders were powerful and broad, corded with muscle even in his relaxed state. His tree-trunk arms had defined biceps and powerful forearms. His hands were large with long masculine fingers, callused and scarred from heavy work.

He had a barrel chest, broad and powerful, his stomach flat, with the faint impression of cut abs. His waist was tapered and his black boxers hung low on slender hips, the fabric falling loosely around muscular thighs.

The overhead lights gleamed off of his smooth shaven scalp. He wasn't traditionally handsome like Leon, nor was he a pretty boy like Brian. But he was handsome with his expressive chocolate brown eyes, a nose that was large but was in proportion with the rest of his body and sensuous lips, the bottom lip full. With this and his dusky skin, he possessed some kind of animal attraction, animal magnetism. He was the reincarnation of Adonis. The definition of male perfection and beauty.

Dom studied Angela as she stood in the kitchen. She looked innocent and vulnerable in her tri-colored pajama shorts and black tank top, and that vulnerable innocence appealed to him. Her light brown hair was loose around her body, framing it in soft waves. Her body was slim, but with wide hips and a narrow waist, an hourglass figure it was called. Full breasts and prefect collarbone leading to delicate shoulders and long slender arms. Her hands were small with long, elegant fingers.

She had long shapely legs and her skin was so pale it was ethereal. Her lips were full and sensual, but her eyes are what had attracted to him in the first place. Such a delicate pale green color with traces of sky blue around the edges and long thick eyelashes framed them. She truly was an Angel.

They started walking toward each other at the same time and they each reached out a hand, their fingers lacing together, bringing them closer together. She suddenly had her arms around his waist and her head was resting against his chest. Dom sighed and encased her in his arms, his eyes closing lazily. It felt so good to hold her, to feel her skin against his, to see that beautiful contrast.

He pushed her away slightly and she looked up at him with those beautiful pale green eyes. Reaching up, he brushed his knuckles along her delicate cheekbone and her eyes closed, her face moving into his hand.

"Open your eyes my Angel." He whispered and she did, looking into his. "I want you, but I can't have you, and it's killing me. You need to be with someone closer to your own age. You should be with Leon."

"I don't want to be with Leon, I don't want Leon. I want you." She said cradling his face in her hands. She pulled his head down and their lips collided.

Dom groaned as they kissed, loving the way she tasted. Their lips moved perfectly together, both giving and taking. Her arms came around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up off her feet. He wanted to spin her around and never let her go, never ever let her go. But he had to, this wasn't right. He set her down and pushed away from her and out of her arms, fleeing back to his room and leaving her standing in the kitchen, gasping for air.

Dom closed the door to his room behind him and collapsed on his bed, breathing heavily. Already he missed the warmth of her soft body against his hard one. The muscles in his arms quivered, wanting to hold her again, his hands shaking, yearning to be buried in her hair. But that could never happen again.

He cradled his pillow to his chest and buried his face into it. He fell back to sleep only when he pictured Angela in his arms, lying on his bed pressed against him instead of his cold lifeless pillow.

Angela lay shakily back onto her bed after stopping at Dom's room and hearing his deep, even breathing telling her that he was asleep. But for her, sleep was a long time coming,

Dom walked down the stairs the next morning fully dressed seeing the team lounged in the living room, watching Saturday morning cartoons. But there was someone missing from the team, someone who was usually up before them.

"Where's Angel?" he asked and they looked at him, shrugging in unison.

"Probably still asleep. Could you go wake her up? We have to be at the store by ten." Mia said yawning. He went back upstairs and stopped outside her room. Easing the door open quietly he watched her as she slept. She was curled up with her knees drawn to her chest, her head lying on her arm. Her mouth was open slightly and her face was blank, giving her the look of perfect innocence. She rolled over onto her other side, stretching out.

He went to the side of her bed and knelt down, he traced her jawline with his fingertips and her eyes fluttered open, focusing on him. Their eyes locked for several moments before he stood, looking down at her.

"Mia asked me to wake you up, you two need to be at the store at ten." He said and she nodded.

"Okay." She said and got up, swinging her legs over the opposite side of the bed and leaving the room. Dom stood there for a little while and looked around. She hadn't unpacked; all of her clothes were still in her duffel bag.

Angela showered, scrubbing her hair and body clean. She rinsed and got out, wrapping herself in a towel and drying off, combing through her hair. She went back to her room, Dom now gone, and closed the door, getting dressed in jeans and another tank top. Putting her sneakers on and towel drying her hair, running a brush through it, she left her room and went downstairs.

"Where's Dom?" a fully dressed Mia asked and Angela shrugged.

"He didn't come back down?"

"Nope."

"Then I dunno."

"He'll show up eventually. Come on, let's go." Mia said. "Leave the keys to your car so they guys can take it to the garage, the parts should be in today and we can take my car."

"Okay." Angela said and left her keys on one of the hooks by the door. They left the house after saying goodbye to the guys and got into Mia's car, driving away. When they were gone Vince went upstairs and to Dom's room, opening the door and finding him lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Is she gone?" he asked.

"Yeah, she and Mia left a little while ago." Vince said and Dom groaned, scrubbing his face with his hands.

"How's things with Dom?" Mia asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's just say sometimes I get a midnight snack." Mia asked and glanced over at her, seeing her looking at her with wide eyes. "Yeah I saw you two."

"Its nothing, it was nothing."

"Didn't look like nothing."

"It was just a kiss. Nothing more."

"Just a kiss, right."

"Mia, the thing with Dom is something I don't want to talk about." Angela said looking out the window. Mia was thankfully silent.

Leon backed Angela's car into the garage and turning off the engine, getting out.

"Okay most of the parts came in this morning. Now even though I said that Angel would be doing the actual work, obviously she ain't here so we're gonna start on it." Dom said. "First off we need to get the engine out to work on it, Vince, Leon that's what you guys are gonna do along with fuel intake, do as much as you can with what we have so far." He said and they nodded, going to the car and lifting the hood, getting to work. "O'Connor, you and I are gonna work on electrical and we gotta sand the outside down, get this paint off."

"Got it Dom." Brian said and they set to work.

Angela was flipping through a car magazine when a guy sat down at the counter. She looked at him and gave him her best professional smile.

"Hi! What can I get you?" she asked going over to him and the guy gave her a once over.

"How about your number and when you get offa work?" he asked and she appeared to be thinking it over, her smile gone.

"Sorry that's not on the menu." She said and he grinned.

"Then how about you and I go into that back room and..."

"But I can recommend the tuna fish sandwich."

"Is it any good?"

"The best." She said smiling and he nodded.

"Then I'll have that." He said and she went to go make it, Mia came out of the supply room with more soda and dropped the box behind the counter, crouching down to load up the small fridge under the counter. Angela stepped around her and set the plate down in front of the guy, going back to her magazine. Mia straightened and went to her side.

"What he order?" she asked quietly.

"My phone number." Angela said just as quietly and she snorted.

"Whatcha give him?" she asked and saw Angela's evil grin.

"The tuna."

"Now you're just cruel." Mia said smiling.

"I know, but I make it an art form." She said winking and Mia snorted again. The guy finished and laid a couple bills on the counter, a grimace on his face. When he was outside he spit onto the ground and they laughed. He stopped and looked at them, realizing what she did.

"Bitch!" he yelled.

"You have no idea!" Angela yelled back and Mia laughed harder. He started to walk back up to the diner when the teams' cars pulled up. Dom got out of his and when he saw the look on the guys' face, he stopped him.

"Where you goin?" he asked and the guy looked past him and at Angela, Dom looked over his shoulder at her and then back at him. "What she do?"

"She tricked me into eating the nastiest sandwich in the world, said it was the best."

"The tuna?"

"Yeah." the guy said and the team laughed.

"What you do?"

"Asked for her phone number and you know...a little somethin. Come on guy, with a body like that, you know she's a slut, she probably gives it away." He said and Dom's fist slammed into his jaw knocking him to the ground. He went after him again but Vince and Leon grabbed his arms, pulling him back. Dom shook them off and attacked the guy, punching him over and over again.

"Don't you talk about her like that!" he roared and the guys grabbed at him again, and again Dom shook them off.

"Dom!" he heard and stopped, looking back and seeing Angela walk out of the store and into the sun. "Stop!" she said and he did, standing and giving the guy a good kick in the ribs before walking towards her. The boys picked the guy up, bruised, battered, and bleeding as he was and shoved him towards the only other car there besides Mia's and theirs.

"Get outta here! And if you call the cops, we'll come after you!" Vince said and the guy gave them all murderous glares, spitting blood outta his mouth and getting into his car, driving away.

Dom looked down at her, his hand raising to touch her cheek lightly.

"I'm sorry I just couldn't stand him talking about you like that." He whispered and she nodded, taking his large hand in her small ones.

"Dom I can take care of myself."

"I know that, it's just that when he said that about you, I just couldn't stop myself."

"Okay, it's alright." She said and looked down at his hand in hers. The knuckles were bruised and split, flecked with blood that she knew wasn't his, at least partly. "Lets go get some ice on this hand."

"No, its okay, my hand's fine." He said and tried to clench it but grimacing in pain.

"It's not fine. Now come on." she pulled him into the diner and grabbed ice from behind the counter, a small bucket of it was kept in the small fridge. She wrapped it in a clean cloth and placed it gently on Dom's hand over his knuckles, wincing slightly when he hissed in pain.

"You act like you've done this before." He said and she looked up at him.

"You have no idea how many times I've had to patch my brother up because he came home after getting jumped."

"Everyone just loves him." Dom said sarcastically and she chuckled. They were then aware of the team looking at them; they looked over and saw them.

"What?" they asked in unison and the team looked away, Mia had a small smile on her face.

"Stop smiling Mia." Angela said but her smile grew. She did her best to ignore her and looked back up at Dom, he leaned in closer.

"I think they know something we don't." he whispered.

"They already know we're attracted to each other." Angela whispered back.

"But I think they figured something else out too."

"Ya think they'll fill us in?" she asked and he looked at them then back at her, shaking his head.

"Not a chance." He said and she eased the cloth off, looking at his hand. "What's the diagnosis doctor?" he asked raising his voice back up to normal speaking level and she snorted.

"The swellings gone down." She said doing the same. "But we'll have to bandage it up and wash this blood off."

"The first aid stuff here is just small Band-Aids, we'll have to go back to the house."

"Right now?"

"Sure, why not."

"Okay." Angela said.

"Brian, take over Angela's spot until we get back."

"Okay." Brian said and hopped over the counter, kissing Mia on the cheek. Dom and Angela left the store, getting into his car and driving away.
The trip back to the house was spent in silence. Angela staring out the window and leaned against the door, Dom's eyes were fixed on the road, trying to ignore the throbbing in his hand.

The got to the house and went inside, going up to the bathroom. Dom got out Neosporin and bandages and Angela took them from him. She wet a cloth and gently washed away the blood and dirt, patting it dry with a soft towel. She pressed him back against the sink as she took one of the cotton padding bandages and spread Neosporin on it, taking his hand and gently putting it on his knuckles, taking the surgical tape and securing it. She made him clench and unclench his hand to make sure it would stay.

"There, you're all set." She said.

"Kiss it and make it feel better?" Dom asked innocently and she snorted, but laid a tender kiss on the bandage.

"Dom about last night..."

"Nothing to talk about." He said as started to put away the supplies.

"We kissed."

"So what? It was no big deal." He said, not daring to make eye contact. It was a big deal my Angel. He thought.

"Well from my point of view, to a virgin, a kiss like that is a bid deal." She said and he looked at her with a laugh.

"Who ever said I was a holy shit you're not talking about me." His laughter died instantly.

"Most of the guys back home were like the poster children for inbreeding. And those who were semi-attractive were complete assholes. So I think its safe to say that my grand total of all kinds of sexual encounters is zero."

"You're a virgin."

"That's what that means yeah." She said crossing her arms over her stomach. "And I'd be happy if you didn't tell anyone."

"Why?"

"Because some guys may see that info as an invitation, and I really don't want to deal with that."

"Your secret's safe with me." Dom said and she nodded.

"Thank you, now lets get back to the store before the team starts to think that we're doing something else besides getting first-aid for you."

"Yeah that wouldn't be a good thing, huh?" he asked looking at her and scratching the back of his head. She snorted and smiled.

"Naw, not really." She said and he smiled. They left the bathroom and went back to his car, driving back to the store.